Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Move,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.